He had long forgotten what it felt hearing her voice, but the sound of her happiness and the little noises that she used to make was something that he couldn’t escape from. The past has a way of giving an appearance of being so much more than it were, and the present paints a picture a little dire than it actually is. The only saving grace is the promise of a rosier future, but can it come for him without accepting that some chapters in life are meant to be closed without a closure?

He had never been much of a talker, most of the times words couldn’t describe what he was feeling. And for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why was it so difficult to articulate love, but so easy to express disappointment. And wasn’t it what he did, so many days, so many times. The memories come back to haunt him time and again and he wishes that he had known what life would be without her. Darkness had always been his silent companion, with her around, even the sun turned its gaze on him.

He had laid bare his darkest secrets with her, even the ones he was afraid of telling his own self. He had always been a strong person but sometimes the want for someone to hold his hand telling that this too shall pass overwhelmed his existence. He lived in the prose he could never write, wanting to realize that the thing that he was holding on to didn’t exist anymore. In his madness he kept praying for a storm, and dreamt that the storms will bring him peace.